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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.