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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.