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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.