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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.