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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.