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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.