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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
MC5,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.