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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
X-102,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.