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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pagans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.