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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.