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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.