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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.