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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
AZ,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.