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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.