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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.