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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.