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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
the Slits,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.