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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.