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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Whodini,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.