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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.