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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.