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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Slave,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.