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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.