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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.