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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Parrish 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.