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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.