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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Wings,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.