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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.