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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.