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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.