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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Visage,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.