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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.