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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.