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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.