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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.