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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.