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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.