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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.