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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.