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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Little Man,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.