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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.