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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.