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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.