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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.