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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.