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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.