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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.