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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.