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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Franke,
Japan,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.