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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.