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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.