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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Brick,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.