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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.