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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.