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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.