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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.