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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.