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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.