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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.