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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.