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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
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.