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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.