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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Magma,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.