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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.