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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.