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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.