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 Greece and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.