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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.