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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.