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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.