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 Haiti and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.