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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.