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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.