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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.