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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.