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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.