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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.