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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.