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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.