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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.