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 Dominica 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.