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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Make Up,
cv313,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.