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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.