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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.