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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Darondo,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.