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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.