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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.