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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Wings,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.