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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
MC5,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.