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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.