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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Faust,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.