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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
CMW,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.