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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.