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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Can,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
ABC,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.