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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.