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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.