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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.