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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
CMW,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.