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 Israel 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 10cc to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.