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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Inner City,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.