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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Pole,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Section 25,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.