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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
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.