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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.