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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Monks,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.