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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.