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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.