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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.