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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.