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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 Halifax and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.