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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.