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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.