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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.