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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.