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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.