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 Canada 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.