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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.