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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.