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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.