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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
UT,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.