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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.