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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.