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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.