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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.