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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.