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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.