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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.