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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.