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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.