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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.