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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.