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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.