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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Japan,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.