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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.