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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.