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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.