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 Benin and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.