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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.