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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.