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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.