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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.