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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.