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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The Wake,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.