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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.