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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.