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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.