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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.