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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Scan 7,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.