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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Can,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.