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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.