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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.