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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
UT,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.