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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.