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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Can,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.