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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
MDC,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.