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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Barracudas to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.