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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
CMW,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.