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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.