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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.