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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.