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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.