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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.