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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.