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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Erasure,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.