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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.