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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.