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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Franke,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Pole,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.