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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.