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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.