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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mars,
Yaz,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.