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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.