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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.