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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.