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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Nas,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.