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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad 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.