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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.