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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.