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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.