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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.