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 Russia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.