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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.