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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.