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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.