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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.