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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.