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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.