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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.