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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.