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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.