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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.