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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.