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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.