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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.