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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.