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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.