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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.