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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
cv313,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.