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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.