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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.