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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.