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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Urselle,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.