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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.