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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.