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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Lyres,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.