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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.