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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.