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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.