Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.