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 Laos 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.