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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.