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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.