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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.