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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.