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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.