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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.