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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
the Swans,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.