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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.