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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.