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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.