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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.