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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.