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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.