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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.