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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.