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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Monks,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.