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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.