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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.