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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.