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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.