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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.