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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.