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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.