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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
DNA,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.