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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.