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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.