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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.