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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.