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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.