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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.