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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.