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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.