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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.