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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.