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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Associates,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.