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 Samoa 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.