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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.