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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.