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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.