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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.