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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.