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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.