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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.