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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.