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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.