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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
PIL,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.