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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.