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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.