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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.