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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.