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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Television,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.