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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.