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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.