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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.