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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
10cc,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.