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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Can,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.