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 China and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.