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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.