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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.