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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.