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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Unwound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.