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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.