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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.