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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.