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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.