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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.