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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.