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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
cv313,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.