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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.