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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.