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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.