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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.