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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Brick,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.