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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.