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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.