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 United States and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Television,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.