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 Spain and from Milan.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.