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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.