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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.