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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.