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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.