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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.