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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.