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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.