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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Organ,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.