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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.