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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.