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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.