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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Index,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.