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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.