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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.