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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.