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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.