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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.