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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doors to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.