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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.