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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.