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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.