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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.