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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.