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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Slave,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.