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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.