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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Gong,
MDC,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.