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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Happenings to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.