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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Fall,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.