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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
cv313,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.