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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.