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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.