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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.