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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.