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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.