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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.