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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.