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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.