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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.