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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.