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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Wire,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.