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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.