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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.