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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.