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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
June Days,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.