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 Moldova and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.