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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Oneida,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.