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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.