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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.