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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Television,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.