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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.