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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.