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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.