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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.