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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.