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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.