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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.