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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.