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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
JFA,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.