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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.