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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.