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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Television,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.