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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Slave,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
ABC,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.