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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.