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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.