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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.