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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Can,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.