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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Nas,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.