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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
ABC,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.