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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.