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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
MC5,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.