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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.