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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Television,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.