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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.