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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.