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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.