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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Slave,
The United States of America,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.