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 China and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.