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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.