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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.