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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
cv313,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.