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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.