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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.