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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.