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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.