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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.