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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.