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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.