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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Crime,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.