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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.