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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Martian,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.