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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.