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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.