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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.