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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.