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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.