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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.