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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
New Order,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.