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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.