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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Can,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.