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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.