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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.