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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
New Order,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.