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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Goldenarms 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.