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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.