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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.