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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.