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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.