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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.