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 Monaco and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.