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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.