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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.