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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
10cc,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.