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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.