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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
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.