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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.