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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Move,
CMW,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.