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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
the Swans,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.