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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.