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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.