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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Can,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.