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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.