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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.