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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Nico,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.