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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.