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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.