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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Fear,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.