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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.