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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Japan,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.