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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.