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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Franke,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.