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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Wire,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.