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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.