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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.