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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.