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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.