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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.