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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.