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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.