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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Franke,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.