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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Residents,
MDC,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.