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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
MDC,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.