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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.