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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Neu!,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.