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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
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.