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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.