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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Gong,
Crime,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.