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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
JFA,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.