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 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.