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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.