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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Fear,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.