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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.