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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.