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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.