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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.