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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.