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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
June of 44,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.