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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Lyres,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.