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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.