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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.