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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.