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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.