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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.