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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.