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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.