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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.