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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.