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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.