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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.