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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.