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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.