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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.