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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.