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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Move,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.