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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Pole,
ABC,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.