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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.