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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.