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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.