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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.