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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.