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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.