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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.