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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.