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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.