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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Y Pants 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.