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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.