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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.