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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.