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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.