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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
ABC,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.