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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.