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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.