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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.