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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.