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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.