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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.