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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.