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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.