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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Can,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.