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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.