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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.