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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.