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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.