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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.