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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Skarface,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.