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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Move,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.