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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.