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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.