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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.