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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Technova,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Ludus,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.