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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.