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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Television,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.