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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
the Normal,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.