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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.