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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.