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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.