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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.