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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Magma,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.