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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.