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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
UT,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.