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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.