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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.