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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.