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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.