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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.