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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.