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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.