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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.